#askthestrandedhitmonlee

Haines was stunned that a lugia, one that seemed as war torn as this one was before her. “Well I have a market to maintain here, so it would be unwise to leave. Plus cities are a good place to establish yourself. You just have to make the most it.” Haines gave a sinister and toothy grin at that last part.

The question of family did cause her once toothy smile to fall into a soft, but still strong frown. “My blood family is long , long dead. For good and for ill.” What sprang to mind for the delphox was her father, she was happy in particular that he was dead.

In his 71 years of being alive, the Malamar has lived through several things. Several wars, massive medical break throughs that someone else or he helped discover, and amazing strides made in pokemon human relations. This also meant he had seen his fair share of crazies from hippies, to raving homeless people and some patients and subjects. This seemed like an odd crazy. The electrode had what looked like leaves and sticks glued to him and spoke in broken English. Thankfully Vonnegut knew how to handle these situations.

Second batch of community cunos!

In order: Frostbite ( @askthestrandedhitmonlee), The Frozen One ( @ask-sealeo), Arctic ( @thetalesoflandandsea), Yonder (my sona), Athena ( @nearlyalbinoarticuno) and Stormie ( @askmeowthmaz‘s sona)!

Pras and Loreli were sitting in the OPP lounge on their lunch break. Pras was eating a submarine sandwich with a side of orange juice, while Loreli was watching some of the film of a den of were-lucarios she was instructed to monitor for a while.

And then the ‘sea-weed monster’ attacked. Loreli’s first instinct at the rantings of the crazed ‘seas creature’ was to whip out her camera and begin filming, the other people and pokemon who were in the lounge ran and screamed for security, not so much about a monster but more out some crazy mon covered himself in sea-weed and spouted crazy redundant mantra.

Pras, being the head of security ran up to the lunatic and smacked the seaweed off his head. The gallade just gave him a glare. Without so much of a word, he pinned the hitmonlee’s arms behind his back and used his shadow sneak to form cuffs around the hands and feet of the mon.

Loreli just squinted her eyes in disgust at the impostor’s gall to disguise himself as a sea monster and get her hopes up. The banette then walked over to the table and took the plastic chair she was sitting on and whacked him over the back of his legs with.

“Loreli. No. Don’t. Please.” Pras wanted to dope slap this mon as hard as his co-worker did, but again. Lawsuits. Loreli just walked right in front of the hitmon and gave an intense glare. “Why must you lie to me?” She then quickly delivered a kick to his leg.

Urami looked at the odd shiftree with confusion, more so after he shot bullet seeds. Was he going to fight him? Was he there to kill him?! Urami did not like how the seeds shot at the suit so he prepared an ice punch in his hand. The behemoth scowled, gritting his teeth at the notion he was going to kill him. “Alright freak. I don’t know what your game is but I’m-”

Once the mon made the noises he began to realize what he was getting at. The suit! “Oh! You want to know about the suit. My bad.” Urami retracts the ice punch. “The suit doesn’t offer much in the way of protection, aside from some energy attacks like energy ball, acid spray, shadow ball and weather ball. It also helps me swim through the ground easier to. It emits water that keeps the ground moist so I can swim easier through it.

FIGHT OF THE CENTURY